Casa Fornasetti

Inside the Dream: My Journey into Fornasetti’s World.

Even in my wildest dreams, I never imagined stepping into Fornasetti’s world. A universe of obsession, beauty, and endless reinvention. For decades, I’ve admired from afar. But recently something in me shifted.

My fascination with Fransetti has always been personal. Through photography, I’ve spent years chasing that elusive flicker of personality—the one detail that changes everything. Maybe that’s why Lina Cavalieri’s face, endlessly reinvented on Fornasetti’s plates, has held me captive for so long. More than 300 portraits, and still, she offers something new: a different glance, a shadow of a secret, a whisper of an untold story. She is the eternal muse—impossibly the same, yet always transforming.

Then there are the symbols that have followed me like talismans: monkeys, owls, keys… Tiny echoes of my inner world. I’ve moved countries, cities, lives. I’ve left behind furniture, habits, whole identities—but my modest Fornasetti collection has traveled with me. Each piece carries a quiet familiarity, a fragment of home in places that aren’t quite home yet.

Stepping inside the Fornasetti house was nothing short of transformative. The space isn’t just a home—it’s a living, breathing artwork. Every corner pulses with creative energy, like butterflies in perpetual motion: delicate, unpredictable, charged. You can feel the practice behind the perfection, the discipline behind the dream.

To walk those rooms is to walk through the mind of a master. Objects don’t simply sit—they speak. Patterns don’t repeat—they evolve. The entire space is a kind of visual symphony where every element, from the whimsical to the meticulous, contributes to a singular vision. And within that vision, I saw reflections of my own obsessions, my own need to reframe, reinterpret, reimagine.

Some places you admire. Others, you remember. But a rare few change you. The Fornasetti house changed me.